In the kitchen, after pulling up his trousers although not bothering to do up his belt, and putting on an apron to protect his nice clothes, Jack carefully slid the pan out of the oven and set it on top of the stove. Equally carefully, he lifted the foil and delicious-smelling steam billowed out. As the recipe called for at this stage in the cooking, he used the sharpest knife he had to cut long grooves in the meat of the sole, the whole length of the foot. Then he used a big metal spoon to pour the juices back over the feet before covering them back over and returning them to the oven. Next he turned the heat back on under the pot he had used for the blanching, believing that some hint, some essence, might remain of Taylor’s feet in the water and not wanting to let it go to waste. When the water was bubbling once more, he poured in a good portion of white rice, which the recipe called the perfect accompaniment to a tender, well-cooked foot!

After setting the timer once more, he went back to the sofa and looked through his photos of the girls on their way to slaughter before putting the video on again but skipping to the part where Taylor took centre-stage. More relaxed this time, he took in every detail, every expression on her face as she awaited the kiss of the knife, knowing that she was not a person any more, already dead in the butcher’s eyes and the eyes of the law, just meat awaiting processing. Over and over he played the few seconds which began with her throat being cut and ended with her eyes going dim.

The buzzer went off again and the hungry young man almost bounded through to the kitchen, as excited as he was hungry! Carefully he again pulled out the roasting pan and lifted the foil. This time, the feet below were perfectly cooked and both looked and smelled mouthwateringly delicious! Leaving them to sit as per the recipe he drained the rice and arranged it on his biggest plate then carefully used two wooden spatulas to lift the feet and set them onto the fluffy white bed. Next he gathered up the roasted onions and peppers, steeped in the delectable juices, and added them to the plate before pouring the thin gravy from the bottom of the pan over the top of everything. Then he carried the plate back through to the living room and settled down to eat, the whole slaughter video playing on a loop as he did so.

The tender, sweet meat just fell away from the bones as he pulled at it with his fork. That first mouthful… there was really no experience he could compare it to! The explosion of flavour, the tenderness of the meat… He was not sure whether or not he believed in Heaven but, if there were such a place, he could not imagine the food there being any better than this! He ate another strip of meat from the sole, then another, then, not caring about making his fingers sticky, picked up the half-flayed foot, closed his teeth around the big toe and pulled. The meat came away easily and he chewed it slowly, savouring every delectable second.

Over the next half hour, he reduced first one foot then the other to bones, the video his only real reminder that the delicious meat had once been a part of his friend. The perfect taste and texture of her meat told him beyond doubt that what had been done to her was right! That she was of more service to the world as food than she ever could have been as a person! Something he thought likely true of most girls. He was just finishing up the rice, to which flavours of her meat still clung, when the doorbell rang.

“Just a second!” he yelled, setting down his plate, pausing the video doing up his shirt which he had left open in case of spillages and fumbling with his belt. Who could it be? He was not expecting anyone and it was not like any of his friends to just call around unannounced! Desperately tucking his shirt into his pants, he reached the front door and opened it to find his neighbour, Taylor’s mom, stood there smiling with a small tupperware box in her hands. “Sorry!” he apologised. “Just had to...” What was he going to say? "Sort my shirt out." he concluded a little lamely, but fortunately his unexpected visitor did not seem too interested in his explanation.

“Oh, no problem!” the sweet lady smiled. “Mm! Something smells good!”

“Oh well actually…” he began but she cut him off, clearly having prepared what she was going to say on the way over and not open to the idea of improvising around whatever comments he might make!

“I probably should have let you know,” she said apologetically, “but it was all a bit last-minute! We had Taylor butchered this morning and I know you two were friends so…”

“Yes, I…” Jack tried to cut in but she seemed not to hear him.

“My husband and I talked it over,” she smiled, “and we wanted you to have this!” She held out the tupperware to the curious young man, “Not the box!” she added quickly with a chuckle, “I’d like that back, but what’s inside. Taylor seemed pretty keen on you really so we figured you’d probably have got it sooner or later anyway, one way or the other!” Overwhelmed with curiosity, Jack took the box from her and opened it. Inside was a little parcel of wax paper, like the others he had brought home from the butcher’s shop. He lifted it out and handed the apparently precious plastic container back to her. It felt cold, as if it had been in the fridge.

While the woman looked on with an expectant smile, like a mother watching her children open their gifts on Christmas morning, Jack carefully unwrapped the parcel and inside, laying in the palm of his hand, he found Taylor’s lovely, plump, meaty cunt fillet!

“Oh wow!” he exclaimed, gazing down at the unexpected treat. “Are you sure?”

“Very sure!” the woman grinned. “We’re looking forward to her rump tonight so it seemed only fair you have something nice too! Enjoy!” And with that she turned away, not waiting for further thanks or conversation, and walked back to her own house a few doors down, holding onto the tupperware box as if it were made from solid gold! Jack closed the door and took his new gift into the kitchen. In an hour or so he would need to go to the butcher and collect the more processed portions of Taylor that he had reserved, but for now he could relax and let his extra special lunch go down!

“Well!” he said to himself, grinning as he carefully placed the cunt in the fridge next to the titties. “I guess I know what I’m having for dinner tonight!”


The End